Protection Poem
Oh but I would hold you all
coiled warm like viscera
in the dark of my gut
but
oh but I would tie you up
all of you hobbled by prayer
tight roped bound to me
to keep you safe from death and life
but
oh but I would hold your
sleep flushed heads and
sweaty hair,
down on my ample thighs
and shield your eyes from the bad things
but
you would be too heavy
and I couldn't bear it
you would be too bound
and never learn it
you would be too warm
and never breathe.
Cate Greenlees
Mon 1st Mar 2010 23:13
Lovely Rachel.....like Isobel says the style is so different and uniquely you.
Cate xx